Have you heard of Edward Ammon?
No? Consider yourself lucky.
Edward was a high school principal. Well, at least people thought he was. He was often seen wandering the halls afterhours nodding at children and teachers but never saying much.
Others swore he worked on their car or helped them check out their groceries at the local five and dime.
You need to understand our town isn’t big. Throw a rock and you’ll probably hit someone you went to grade school with. If everyone knew everyone else, how come everyone knew Edward Ammon but no one knew him?
Rumours began to spread that he was up to bad things, unsavory things. Children would complain to their parents that they would see him standing at the foot of their bed. Parents chalked it up as fear spread around the playground. And it was, until Arnie Eicham disappeared.
The whole town looked day and night. Every house was searched without a warrant. No one had anything to hide. We all wanted to find him hidden in some crawlspace, a simple misunderstanding of a young boy being a young boy, but it got stranger.
A week later, a little girl from the town over disappeared. Before her disappearance, she would describe a man she’s never met before. His description was similar to that of Edward Ammon.
When the sketch artist showed the whole town the picture, everyone thought the man looked familiar, but no one knew him. Some people swore he worked at the local clinic, others were absolutely certain he was a mechanic. They saw the same man standing at the edge of their bed.
To this day, no one has found any of the missing children or Edward Ammon for that matter, but if you sleep tonight, and you feel something standing at the edge of your bed, you might be next.